The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Paula Becker To Clara Westhoff
- Robert Burns: Epigram At Roslin Inn:
- Give Me Back My Rags #1 by Vasko Popa
- Юлия Друнина – Шторм
- Kosmos. by Walt Whitman
- Absence poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Fable by Yvor Winters
- Alexander E. Musset
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Forevermore. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: My Nanie’s Awa:
- A Pastiche For Eve by Weldon Kees
- Eavesdropper by Sylvia Plath
- Vacation by Rita Dove
- Robert Burns: To Ruin:
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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